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Add A Little sgt Pepper

O sing me song by Old Billy Shears
Tell me we’re in days and nights of shifting gears
Promise me it’ll all be completely okay
That we can certainly disagree and still go out and play
I just need somebody to love

O promise me something
A hope to last all day
A guarantee of smiles
A game for all to play
And of course Henry the Horse dances the waltz

Voters are so serious
A future to ball and chain
Leave them their ballots
Recounted again and again
With our love we could save the world

Lend me fair breezes
Skies full of scudding clouds
Miles of rolling farmland
Serrated by old plows
Sitting on a sofa with a sister or two

Beaches bathed in sunshine
With waves of crashing surf
Or mountain valleys misted
Rocks peeking through the turf
Now they know how many ‘holes it takes to fill Albert Hall

We did scavenge Old Dixie
But, a baby is on the way
A guarantee of smiles
How James and Jessie will play
Yours sincerely, Wasting Away

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A Great Beginning

Remember when too much was a great beginning
We’re so mature now
Remember how we fell for their sparkling eyes
We’re so much more mature now
Remember when buying the next album was SO TERRIBLY IMPORTANT
We’re so so mature now
Now Mama’s in hospice
Such a really nice place
Cannot remember the room number
She cannot remember my face
Remember Mama’s own too good recipe for love
We’re so getting mature now
Remember that parking space up behind the levee
Oh, too mature for all that now
Remember that first Domilisies’s half-oyster with a Barq’s
But finally I’ve achieved maturity now
One day I’ll be in hospice
Hope it’ll have a really nice place
Cannot find my Medical Power Of Attorney
Cannot find my Advanced Directives any place
But never will I forget those sparkling eyes
Oh but, now so mature and wise
“Beatles’ new record’s a GAS…”

LIVE, at Tipitina’s

Why can’t I write like a sunny day?
Like a frosty day when the setting sun cries alone
Missing his Moon just over the horizon
But I do having something to say
I just can’t get it out just like Taylor does
And I found not every why has a because
And alone I bend over this laptop
Singing along with a 4 moptop
Band from Liverpoolland
I wanna radiate but I’m 500 miles apart
Why do I always sublet my own life’s part?

Honestly

Honest, Honest
Tell me true
Grass is green
And the sky is blue

Honest, Honest
Tell me quick
John is ok
Though Paul is pretty thick

Honest, Honest
Tell me sure
Taylor rocks
And so does the Cure

Honest, Honest
Tell me please
Why does that little nurse
Make me fall to my knees

Honest, Honest
Tell me bad
Ringlets on babies
Won’t be the next fad

Honest, Honest
Tell me right
We can dance every day
And snuggle all night

Honest, Honest
Tell me more
That it’s really you
Knocking on my door

Honest, Honest
Tell me fast
This kind of love
Will really last

Honest, Honest
Tell me soon
Why do your kisses
Make me swoon

Honest, Honest
Tell me true
You love me
And I love you

Diddybop Tag

Diddybob down the sidewalk.
Haven’t got a clue;
Tootsie Roll Pop or broccoli;
How’re things with you?
Sun is warm today.
What can you afford?
Beatles on the stereo,
Crafting words to the blackboard.
Got the second job.
Haven’t got a clue
What were those words?
Lagniappe, turkey, and glue.
Itty bitty kitty paw prints
Tracking off in the snow.
Feeling pretty good today.
Well whattayaknow:
Faith lingers at the edge,
Rush to chance a storm’s breath,
Foreign eyes play and snuggle,
Harrass despair to revel with the essence underneath.